We start shooting in March. I play Dr. Clay, who gets his head crushed by a truck. You should know that mine is the most "vanilla" death in the entire film. This may be the first time I'll be unable to watch something I'm in, as the truly nausea-inducing nature of some of the proposed scenes really alarms me.

Those of you who actually enjoy things like "Cannibal Ferox" may find something to like in this, but definitely not for anyone even slightly sqeamish, and may be too much for some of you jaded types.

As you may surmise, it owes a bit to Lovecraft, but a whole lot more to Herschell Gordon Lewis, if Lewis were genuinely psychotic. Brrr . . .